The book is an unbearable totality. I write against a background of facets. Edmond Jabes More Quotes by Edmond Jabes More Quotes From Edmond Jabes Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things. Edmond Jabes invisibility ears We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed. Edmond Jabes numbness emptiness distance It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to loses it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. You become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear silence speak. Edmond Jabes real journey death One rose is enough for the dawn Edmond Jabes dawn rose beauty WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the infinite space where the eye turns back to the eye, and the hand to the pen, where all we write is erased, even as you write it. For the book imperceptibly takes shape within the book we will never finish. There is my desert. Edmond Jabes reading writing book Silence is no weakness of language. Edmond Jabes weakness language silence Always in a foreign country, the poet uses poetry as an interpreter. Edmond Jabes poet use country Ah, the sun will catch me, in my disturbing transparency. Edmond Jabes dark sun forever The soul has words as petals. Edmond Jabes petals soul My hands are full when you give me your hand. Edmond Jabes give-me giving hands I believe in the writer's mission. He receives it from the word, which carries its suffering and its hope within it. He questions the words, which question him. He accompanies the words, which accompany him. The initiative is shared, as if spontaneous. Edmond Jabes purpose suffering believe For the writer, discovering the work he will write is both like a miracle Edmond Jabes discovering miracle writing To whom to speak when the other no longer is? Edmond Jabes empty emptiness speak As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we have a voice. As long as our words keep their sense we have a soul. Edmond Jabes voice soul long THE WRITER can get free of his writing only by using it, that is, by reading oneself. As if the aim of writing were to use what is already written as a launching pad for reading the writing to come. Moreover, what he has written is read in the process, hence constantly modified by his reading. The book is an unbearable totality. I write against a background of facets. Edmond Jabes reading writing book How could an argument soothe or settle a controversy when every word is a nest for a bird of doubt? (meaning of words as inferences) Edmond Jabes nests doubt bird It is not certainty which is creative, but the uncertainty we are pledged to in our works. Edmond Jabes creativity certainty creative One wound is enough to feed the open wounds of the sky. Edmond Jabes wounds enough sky Wound me . . . I can only feed on my humiliated blood. Edmond Jabes humiliated i-can blood Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it. (The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion) Edmond Jabes solitude littles book
